Johnny watched travelers arrive with their luggage, watched other travelers depart.
Business men strayed in, seeking acquaintances.

The droning chant of pages in tight jackets and little caps perched jauntily askew interested him.

Would Bland, when he came, have sense enough to send one around calling out "Mr.Jew-wel--Mr.John-ny Jew-wel"?
Johnny knew exactly how it would sound.

Cliff Lowell might, but he did not want to see Cliff.

The more he thought about him the more he distrusted that proposition.